They Saved Me.

What is this?

Trigger warning. Be safe and proceed at your own pace and caution.

=^Jerome's P.O.V^=

I held Mitch for what seemed like hours. And I think it was for some hours.

How did this happen so fast? I just got here and things are going so wrong. I just want him to be able to leave and forget all this. My poor Benja.

He's not yours.

I picked up Mitch and brought him into his room. He was limp with exhaustion. I laid him out on his bed and pulled the blankets over him. I made sure that he was comfortable and went back downstairs. I went into the kitchen, past the note on the door and continued to ignore it. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water. As I was leaving the kitchen I decided to grab the note and close the still open door. I still didn't read it. I walked back upstairs and into matches room with the water and note in hand. I set his glass on his nightstand and went to the bathroom to look for some Tylenol. He's gonna have a headache when he wakes up after all that crying and screaming. I set the note on his desk as I passed by. I looked into his medicine cabinet and didn't see much of anything. A toothbrush and toothpaste, some hair gel, tweezers, bandages and some rubbing alcohol. But no Tylenol. I checked the top drawer in his vanity and only saw his hairbrush and spare toothbrushes. I checked the second drawer and there was a semi full first aide kit. I opened it up to see if there was Tylenol. But what I saw I didn't expect. But I wasn't surprised either. In one of the little pockets there were loose razor blades. Two were clean and looked brand new. The other one didn't look so new. Nor did it look clean. It looked used and almost rusty, but there wasn't any rust. I looked over at Mitch laying in the bed, hopefully fast asleep. I new he used to self harm. I've seen the scars. That's why I make him promise to not hurt himself, I can't stand to see him that way. It pains me to see him in any pain.

He started hurting himself when he was dating Caren. It was his only escape from her. Now that she's back I don't him to feel like he has to escape like that again.

I close the first aide kit and close the drawer. I open the last one and find what I need. I grab the bottle of Tylenol and leave the bathroom. I walk back over to matches bed and his nightstand. I opened the bottle and dump a couple pills into the lid and set the lid and the bottle down next to the water.

I sit down on the bed next to the sleeping Mitch. And I just look at him.

He's so peaceful. I wish it was like this for him all the time. Everything seems to happen all at once and he never gets a break.

I'd always wondered how his hair would feel. So I reached out and started running my fingered through his hair. Almost as if I was getting him. He seemed to become more relexed and more peaceful as I was doing this. So I kept at it. And I liked it anyway. His hair was soft. The softest thing I'd ever felt. It felt nice going through my fingers and over my palm.

Why am I doing this. You're a guy you shouldn't be doing this.

I pulled my hand away disappointed in myself for doing so, and Mitch seemed to agree. He let out a soft sigh in frustration at me stopping.

After a few more minutes of me looking at my best friend I got up and grabbed my stuff. I rummaged through it for my pyjamas and put them on. Only took me a minute but when I was done I realized that I was facing his desk. And the note on the desk. I wasn't sure if I should read it or throw it away, seeing as it caused my biggums so much pain. But I voted against myself and went to read it anyway.

I walked to the desk and picked up the paper. It was notebook paper and written in red pen.

I told you what would happen.
I've never forgotten.
I've come this far and I'm not stopping now.

I stared at that paper. And I don't know how long I stared at it for. I didn't recognize the handwriting, but Mitch seemed to have recognized it. Which could only mean it was from Caren. But what did she mean? She hasn't forgotten? Hasn't forgotten what? And what is supposed to happen?

I looked at it for a few more minutes before I realized that I was falling asleep right where I was standing. I put the paper in one of my bags. I didn't want Mitch to see it right as he woke up. I walked over to the opposite side of his bed from where he was laying and crawled underneath the covers. My head barely touched the pillow before I was out like a light.